This Cannot Be Good

this cannot be good:
too good a mood,
mind off into the wide blue yonder.
it's never happened before.
no rhyme, no reason, no sense.
sensibility optional.

you walk right by...
...and i come undone...
...in an instant...
...lickety-split.
it's never happened before.

my pen flows on paper -
odd, how after all these years
the words still flow easily,
water running downhill.
well, that's happened before!

i look:
my head swivels when you go
one way...
my eyes slide to the side,
following you as you go the other.
what's wrong with this picture?

i am willing to give it all up,
to throw it all away.
yet:
my thoughts are chaste,
ambition undiminished,
mind uncluttered --
or: so i think
till you pass by again.
it's never happened before.
(liar, liar, skirt's on fire!!!)

look my way just once,
throw just one smile my way.
if i sound desperate,
if i sound needy,
blame my past
filled with thorns, and shadows, and tears.
take me into the light:
cast away my shadows,
dry my tears and let
a thousand roses bloom
where there was naught but
~ 5 ~

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